For the FIFTIETH year in a row, this walnut ornament that I made in 2nd Grade, has been on every one of my Christmas trees. One year we couldn't find it so we kept our 12 foot Christmas tree up for two Christmas', 18 months in a row. I was not about to break that streak! 🎄🎄
🎄🎄 Merry Christmas!! 🎄🎄
A few of these 6pc sets left from the first run, available on our website. If there's any honor I have in my bones, it comes from my parents. These sets are a tribute to them, and people in this world that give us these kind of tools for life. #thanksmom @annedix #thanksdad#honor
Growing up I was not known as the "pretty girl." I was rather what the world would call homely. I was as tall as I am now in the 6th grade & I shopped in the husky section at TG&Y. I wore thick glasses, had hair that was thin & stringy & a gap between my two front teeth the size of Rhode Island.
But honestly, I never really felt "ugly" growing up. Probably because of parents who always made me feel secure/pretty. Idk. (even though I grew up hearing my mom tell the story of how when I was a baby I looked like this person named Nikita Khrushchev. I always assumed Nikita was a beautiful Russian lady. Imagine my shock & dismay when in 5th grade social studies I discovered Nikita was actually an old fat bald man with several chins.😱😶😆) I did however have beautiful cousins who made my ugly duckling status more noticeable to me at times. Not on purpose. They were kind and fun and I adored being with them. They were just above average beautiful that made my homeliness stand out when I was in their presence.
But somewhere along the way, I got braces, contact lens, my first perm & can of Aqua net, & began to "blossom" a bit. And thus began my new journey on this "road to beauty." .
A few potholes, dead ends, cabbage soup diets, & body suit blouses that snap in the crotch later, I met Jesus & began to dig in His word. And I began to "blossom" some more. Except this time it was on the inside. Which totally had an affect on my outside.
Y'all, there is no wrinkle cream that can beat the joy of the Lord in a woman's life. When we have confidence & contentment of knowing who we are in Him, it's a type of beauty that never fades. It doesn't go out of style. In fact it just makes us even prettier with each passing year.
There are quite a few morals to this story, but I'll leave you with this. Some people are swans. Some people are ducks. They both are created beautiful. Just different. And if your own momma says you looked like a fat, double chinned, bald Russian politician partly responsible for the Cold War, that will only teach you how to laugh at yourself in the days to come....which is a really good virtue to have. #thanksmom#bey